Water sloshed around us as we made our way to shore. The group was eerily quiet as we trekked along. The only sound in the air bubble was our shoes being sucked into the mud. Argonathe led us, and Ansel glared at the back of his head the entire time. I was just thankful he wasn’t glaring at me.
Rhett kept glancing at me as if he expected me to drop dead or something. Whatever Argonathe had done made him worried. I kept my eyes on the ground in front of me and focused on making it out of the lake.
I want to get back to Lily before her bedtime. I don’t want Melanie to have to put her to bed.
People murmured behind us, and someone scoffed. “I’m kinda relieved, ya know? Knowing she isn’t a real witch.” The man who’d been eyeing the cookies whispered just loud enough for me to hear over the
